Thursday, July 24, 2014

In the market, the remainder of candy skulls from the Death Fiesta were
sold from flimsy little tables. Women hung with black rebozos sat quietly, now
and then speaking one word to each other, the sweet sugar skeletons, the
saccharine corpses and white candy skulls at their elbows. Each skull had a name
on top in gold candy curlicue; Jose or Carmen or Ramon or Tena or Guiermo or
Rosa. They sold cheap. The Death Festival was gone. Joseph paid a peso and got
two candy skulls. Marie stood in the narrow street. She saw the candy skulls and Joseph and
the dark ladies who put the skulls in a bag.